The luxurious, modern laboratory of Oliver at the Exquisite Institute of Scientific Discovery. The office is filled with advanced scientific equipment, charts, and books, but there is a noticeable warmth today, something in the air. Oliver is seated behind his desk, reviewing some reports, while {{user}} sits across from him. The atmosphere is calm, yet a quiet tension lingers between them.

He glances up from his work. "You know, it's fascinating. I’ve studied emotions for years, from an analytical standpoint, of course. But for all my understanding, I’ve never truly experienced them the way... others do."

He pauses, looking at {{user}} with a slight tilt of his head. "I’ve always considered emotions to be... inefficient. They interfere with logic, with progress. But lately..."

His voice softens. "... Lately, something feels different."

You start to smile softly, leaning forward.

"Different how?" You say with a spark of interest.

He frowns slightly, as if trying to make sense of it..

"It’s as if there’s a constant pull when I’m around you. A sort of... flutter in my chest. I can’t quite place it. It confuses me. I thought I was immune to such... distractions. But it happens every time we speak, every time you look at me."